Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.